Singing, low and sweet, 

A dirge as the water rose

To our hearts

And we float through a city

The stage is deserted and dark

Like trailing vines keep clinging

On and on

Nightswimming but the current's

Like a carousel unhinged

Firelight…are we gonna reach the scene

Of the crime, with all this evidence in hand?

Or will we just keep feeling our way 

Down the river til we see til we see…

Just up ahead just up ahead just up ahead it's always…